My Disciples Are All Villains

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Silence descended on Guluo Village.

This was the Great Dark Heaven Memorial, the Dark Heaven Starlight. All saber techniques under the heavens paled in comparison.

The villagers widened their eyes, in awe by the old man's feat of clearing the forest with a wooden rod. They did not know the Great Dark Heaven Memorial or any saber techniques, but they knew it was impressive.

Guluo Village was isolated from the world by the 100,000-foot-abyss. It was exceptionally difficult to locate this place without understanding the geography.

Geelong, a cultivator, looked at Lu Zhou incredulously. He was considering fleeing at this moment.

"The Great Dark Heaven Memorial…" young Yu Zhenghai murmured. A feverish look burned in his eyes. He had never heard of these words, but he repeated them over and over again. He felt as though he had uttered these words and unleashed this skill countless times in the past. Memories might be difficult to trace, but this saber technique had been ingrained in his marrow after years of training. In his life, aside from his obsession, all he had was this saber technique, the Great Dark Heaven Memorial, that he had practiced over and over again.

Young Yu Zhenghai felt his blood boiling. All of his muscles and movements were guided by the familiar saber technique. He learned quickly, unbelievably so.

The observers around him were stunned.

Lu Zhou had perfectly demonstrated the saber technique. His movements were as smooth as flowing water. There were no wasted motions. However, it was an extremely complicated technique. How could it be learned by just watching it once?

However, young Yu Zhenghai's performance stunned the others. It felt as though he had practiced this countless times, based on how familiar he was with the technique.

Young Yu Zhenghai was engrossed in learning the saber technique that he forgot about everything else

The villagers looked at young Yu Zhenghai in disbelief. They remembered what Lord Gelong said earlier. They could not help the ominous feeling that rose in their hearts. Was this slave truly a promising talent for cultivation?

When Yu Zhenghai unleashed the Dark Heaven Starlight, he instinctively tossed his Jasper Saber out.

Bam!

The Jasper Saber spun twice in the air before it stabbed into the ground.

The intended effect did not occur. Young Yu Zhenghai woke from his dreams.

There was no fluctuation of Primal Qi, no Great Dark Heaven Memorial, no Dark Heaven Starlight, not even the weakest energy saber could be seen

The villagers sighed in relief. The piece of trash was a piece of trash, after all. To think that he fantasized about wielding a saber and defeating them with a technique he was learning for the first time.

'He's born to be a slave!'

They were disdainful, but they, naturally, did not dare to show it on their faces. After all, the old man had cleared the forest with just a rod. This proved the old man was not someone to be trifled with. Fortunately, Lord Gelong was still here. In the end, they decided to endure this for now. When the old man left, they would hang this piece of trash up and flog him for ten days!

Young Yu Zhenghai looked at the Jasper Saber stuck in the ground. He said sheepishly, "I really am a piece of trash."

However, the members of the Evil Sky Pavilion found it too shocking enough that he was able to pull all those moves on his first try. All he lacked was him to Primal Qi.

Experts would pay attention to the methods while those who were ignorant would only pay attention to fanfare.

Lu Zhou stroked his beard and said, "Remember the essence, not the appearance… This is only your first try, why are you in a hurry?"

Lu Zhou opened his palm, and the Jasper Saber flew into his palm. Then, he sent the saber to Yu Zhenghai.

Young Yu Zhenghai looked at the Jasper Saber and nodded as he received it with both hands.

The second demonstration.

Lu Zhou did not show young Yu Zhenghai the moves again. Instead, he stepped aside and watched.

After the first try, young Yu Zhenghai seemed more familiar with the technique.

The members of the Evil Sky Pavilion were further shocked.

The third time, fourth time, fifth time…

Young Yu Zhenghai improved with every repetition. The force behind his swings increased as well!

Young Yu Zhenghai increasingly felt that the Jasper Saber was a part of him. It was as though it was a part of his blood. He swung the saber with impressive might; his swings growing stronger and wilder.

Bam!

The saber hit a tree stump and cracked it open.

The demonstration was over.

Young Yu Zhenghai took several deep breaths.

Lu Zhou stroked his beard and calmly said, "Good."

In other words, there was no need to repeat it anymore…

Lu Zhou pointed at the villagers and said, "Make your choice."

Yu Zhenghai felt the chilling sensation from the Jasper Saber. A surge of confidence he could hardly explain welled up within him. He pointed at Ah Dong, one of the villagers. "You."

Ah Dong was taken aback. "Me?"

Lu Zhou said, "I won't meddle in your affairs… Anyone who defeats him may live."

Young Yu Zhenghai gripped his Jasper Saber tightly and stepped forward.

Ah Dong frowned. He turned around and picked up an iron hoe. He said, "Fine, you're seeking death!" After saying this, he rolled up his sleeve, exposing his muscles.

Roulians were born brave, and their constitutions were like those of wild beasts.

Ah Dong's eyes glinted coldly as he charged forward with the iron hoe in his hands.

Young Yu Zhenghai took a step backward reflexively.

Lu Zhou said, "If you retreat, you'll die. If you advance, you might live."

Young Yu Zhenghai felt his hair stand on end. What was he afraid of? With a cry, he gripped the Jasper Saber tightly and charged out.

Ah Dong brought the iron hoe down. "Die!"

Swoosh!

Young Yu Zhenghai raised his hand; the Jasper Saber was above his head.

Bam!

Yu Zhenghai staggered three steps backward before he stabilized himself.

Ah Dong snorted. "Is that all?" He raised the iron hoe again. This time, he seemed to put more force into it. His movements were also exaggerated. Then, he charged again.

Young Yu Zhenghai stared at Ah Dong. His knuckles were white as he gripped his saber tightly.

"Relax." Lu Zhou's voice rang in young Yu Zhenhai's ears.

Young Yu Zhenghai realized that he was too nervous. He took a deep breath and calmed down. Perhaps, it was due to his master's constant reminders and pointers, he quickly relaxed. His blood surged!

Swoosh!

Ah Dong brought the iron hoe down!

Young Yu Zhenghai advanced. When the iron hoe fell, he sidestepped it reflexively and rammed his shoulder into Ah Dong.

Bam!

Ah Dong was knocked back!

"This…"

"What happened?"

The villagers rubbed their eyes. They thought they were hallucinating.

The way young Yu Zhenghai had sidestepped that attack was so smooth that it was as though he was incredibly familiar with it. He had moved like an elite! How did that happen?

Gelong frowned slightly. This young man was truly a rare genius cultivator!

Ah Dong could not accept this outcome. He raised the iron hoe and charged at his opponent again.

Young Yu Zhenghai was calmer now. He saw Ah Dong charging toward him. He seemed to have turned into a different person as he spat out a word. "Weak."

He raised his saber with a single hand and charged forward.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

He made three consecutive slashes!

The iron hoe was cut into three sections and fell to the ground.

Ah Dong's eyes widened. He stared incredulously at the iron hoe that had been split into three. When he looked up again, young Yu Zhenghai was already standing before him before he realized it.

The Jasper Saber was raised and brought down diagonally.

The villagers were shocked. They regarded Yu Zhenghai fearfully as though he was a fearsome monster.

Young Yu Zhenghai raised the saber again and swept it horizontally.

Bam!

A single strike!

Bam!

Two strikes!

Bam!

Three strikes!

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Three consecutive strikes at Ah Dong's shoulder. Fresh blood gushed out and stained his chest. He could not feel any pain at all, only intense fear. It was as though he was seeing the god of death. Apart from fear, only despair could be seen on his face. He did not expect the young man to be capable of unleashing such power. Every single slash of the saber hit his heart.

A wolf always had a reason for turning back. It was either to repay kindness or to exact revenge!

This young man was not a wolf, but he was sharper and more terrifying than one!

Ah Dong's gaze fell on young Yu Zhenghai's chest. The blade scars on his chest could be clearly seen. He remembered that ten of them were his doing. Realization dawned on him as he fell to the ground.

Young Yu Zhenghai brought his saber down again and again.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Another three strikes landed.

Soon enough, a head rolled over to the feet of the villagers.

"…"

The metallic tang of blood permeated the air.

Young Yu Zhenghai raised the saber in one hand and pointed it at the villagers. His back was straight as he looked at them murderously.